Ming Zhitian couldn't help but ask, "You said you'd lead the way for me, is there a fee?"
The Illusion Spirit shook its head, "No fee. It's the duty of Illusion Spirits to guide all immortals on their path to the Kingdom of Forgetfulness, and it's free."
Ming Zhitian nodded, "Then tell me, what kind of world is this Kingdom of Forgetfulness?"
The Illusion Spirit replied, "This is a world of god cultivation. Unlike the outside world of immortal cultivation, it's where everyone aspires to become a god. Here, you will forget your worries; everything will be as fleeting as smoke.
Ming Zhitian then asked, "Spirit, do you know a woman named Ouyang Ni Feng?"
The Illusion Spirit shook its head, "Illusion Spirits do not know. Illusion Spirits are only responsible for guiding immortals into the Kingdom of Forgetfulness. Other matters are of no concern to Illusion Spirits."
Ming Zhitian said, "Alright, you can go about your business now."
The Illusion Spirit pointed to the world ahead, obscured by blinding light, "The Kingdom of Forgetfulness lies before you. I wish you good luck, immortal. Farewell."
With that, the Illusion Spirit vanished before Ming Zhitian's eyes, like golden dust from an illusion.
Ming Zhitian murmured, "A world of god cultivation? Does that mean there are many powerful cultivators here?"
In an unknown city, people came and went. The people here lived freely, happily, and joyfully, as if they had truly forgotten something. Their eyes were filled with smiles; your eyes held my smile, and my eyes held your smile.
But in the next moment, Ming Zhitian accidentally brushed past a young master's shoulder.
The young master, dressed in pale green, stopped and turned back with a smile, "Hold it! I'm talking to you."
Ming Zhitian returned his smile, "What is it?"
The young master said, "Apologize."
Ming Zhitian recalled he was in the wrong, "I'm sorry."
The young master, however, said, "Too late. Guards, apprehend him!"
His four attendants then leaped out, surrounding Ming Zhitian from all sides. All of them were at the first level of the Heaven Sealing realm.
No wonder Ouyang Yuan Xia warned him not to rashly enter the Kingdom of Forgetfulness before reaching the God Sealing realm. It turned out that even a mere attendant here was at the Heaven Sealing realm.
Ming Zhitian remembered what the Illusion Spirit had said and shook his head slightly, "You said we'd forget our troubles, why didn't you mention that it's a place that actively invites them?"
Ming Zhitian flickered and appeared behind one of them, launching a punch of pure force!
The Heaven Sealing realm truly lived up to its name! The man quickly dodged, and another moved to attack. Ming Zhitian unleashed another punch, repelling that person. Then two more appeared, and the four instantly surrounded Ming Zhitian. For a moment, none could gain the upper hand.
Ming Zhitian's lips curled into a smile, "Is this all?"
Rain began to fall from the sky. As they were confused, the response they received was an unending barrage of watery fists...!!
The four attendants, all at the first level of the Heaven Sealing realm, vanished into mist before they could even cry out.
The young master, terrified, turned to flee. Ming Zhitian said, "Weren't you very arrogant and conceited? Stay here."
With a punch that could determine the fate of the world, Ming Zhitian appeared behind the young master and pierced his chest with a close-range punch, turning him into mist as well.
Did he die, or was his soul utterly annihilated? His cultivation at the first level of the Heaven Sealing realm was definitely not this powerful. To be able to turn a cultivator into dust unless he was a pháp cultivator, but he was only a martial cultivator.
Just as Ming Zhitian was puzzling over this, two patrolling law guards from the city arrived, "Killing people in broad daylight, you'll have to come with us."
Ming Zhitian couldn't help but ask, "Who are you? And where are we going?"
The law guards, with righteous indignation, replied, "We are the law guards of Shangyi City, and you are going to where you belong."
Ming Zhitian waved his hand, "I'm not going."
The law guards raised their star-grade magical artifacts towards him, "Whether you want to or not, you have to go!"
Ming Zhitian's expression soured, "Don't force me."
"Take him down!"
Ming Zhitian unleashed his fists! "Die!"
"Argh!..."
Ming Zhitian exploded one of them, who also turned into mist. It was just a wisp of smoke. The pedestrians on the street immediately scattered in all directions, fleeing in terror and trying to avoid it.